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This pledge that l,Ntando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed l am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only lie
in word alone but in action as well.
For that reason in every season
I shall show steadfast commitment
to the implementation of this pledge
with a great deal of astuteness.
I therefore commit myself to be your
devoted and delivering husband for
all the years l shall live with you
on this earth.
I shall treat you with the love and care
you deserve as my wife.
Indeed l shall treat you with
the distinction and dignity
that is befitting of the queen of my heart.
That body, that bone, that breath
shall be my mine to treasure,
for sure;
a dearness to promote and protect
for dear life…and love!
I shall stand by and with you in all the
situations of our life.
If the situation demands that we sail,
sail we shall together.
If the situation demands that we
climb,
climb we shall together.
I know very well what l am getting into:
I am getting into a marriage that is
overflowing with blessings.
This marriage- with our mutual
commitment-
will stand the test of time.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
brims over with a transforming power
of love.
This marriage-with our
mutual commitment –
will transform naivety into maturity
troubles into challenges
pretence into practice
pride into progress
bachelorship into companionship.
I pledge to be your steward and partner
for all times.
I shall value the consultations
and decisions that we make as
husband and wife.
As head of the family I shall do nothing
to derail our love train for anything else
least of all for personal and selfish reasons.
Now and forever
I am your lawful and loving husband…
This pledge that l, Nothando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed I am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only
lie in pronouncements but in practice
as well.
For this reason every season
I shall demonstrate untiring love
and loyalty to you;
a love and a loyalty that is a living
embodiment of our marriage vows.
I therefore commit myself to be your
honouring, supportive and loving wife
for all the years l shall live with you.
I shall treat you with the love and care
that you deserve as my husband.
Indeed I shall treat you with
the dignity and nobility that is befitting
of the king of my heart.
On my mind it is always fresh
that I am the flesh of your flesh.
Green or grown
I am the bone of your bone.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
elevates me into a kingdom of wifehood.
I shall endevour to put my family first
with all the rights, obligations
and privileges that come with wifehood.
I shall endevour to wipe off and ward off
loneliness and lostness from our relationship,
seeking nothing but your companionship;
banking on your stewardship,
sinking together any hardship.
Since you are mine
I shall not do anything else to undermine
our relationship for personal
or egotistical
reasons.
Now and forever
I am your lawful and loving wife…

Good poets like precision, real art is
an economy of words that define.
That is why the subject of love will mess
up even the wisest of poets that line
up to talk much of unrequited love,
that sounds more like lust most of the time.
True love may not be eternal or above
ordinary humans but found to be divine
nevertheless because it endures in the coffee
made each morning, resides in the same bed
every night, lasts through mistakes and daffy
misunderstandings, diapers, children fed,
sickness, health and death, life's distracting lures.
When loved ones work at it, love endures.

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Abomination scorn Affection Passion Yearning
Struggle Attempt Cherish Relationship Flame
Taste Tender Inner soul Bloom Bamboozle
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I was a woman scorn
Unknowingly cherished a relationship
where the flame was no longer existent;
where time flew by in the distance and I missed
everything in my life I intended
because I was accepting a me that depended
on him
I made an attempt to bamboozle the truth
and convince myself that he wasn’t screwing Kim
Ultimately I faked passion and lustfully feigned for affection
since I’d been betrayed
So, I got down on my knees and I prayed
I began yearning for knowledge of my Inner soul
I began to taste freedom and feel whole
The healing began and my consciousness rose - fresh bloom
It was no longer a struggle to end an abomination that would
prove to be a path of doom

For nine months
With love and pain
With joy and suffering
In her womb she carried me
A mother she is
And a woman of virtue.
When there was no one, she was the only one
Even left alone, she never leaves me alone
Indeed, she’s a mother
And a woman of virtue.
When toddling, she cared
And still directs when I could run
She is a mother of the child and the adult
In her thoughts are all, even the descendants to come
Many names will I call her; “A mother of all”
And a Woman of Virtue.

The family was seeking my acceptance.
Dad told me, his family is very nice,
And he is reserved kind of person,
I was also delighted, he was quite smart.
The day came, he booked a carriage,
To pick me as a bride from the Church,
We had a round in the town and went off,
To attend a celebration, where it was arranged.
My dad presented me a brand new car as a gift,
After finishing the party, we had a honeymoon booked,
We were very happy for this arranged marriage,
My dreams came to touch my sleepy beauty.
I have seen a strange and burning body,
Flames were exciting me and my feelings,
Realised a peace song that was delivering,
A cool and I were nearly nearly exhausted.
When he came, he was a little drunk,
When he touched my body I melted as ice,
I thought, he will enjoy me whole night a sip,
I was strange as I was lying in a pool.

It's sad to reminisce the memory of those
who have long left our world without a chance for goodbyes....
I was left behind for an unexplainable reason
to fulfill a task with a true purpose;
and still walking and breathing I go on,
gathering tiny fragments of stories never told by writers.
Sometimes I tell myself," Why was I continuously spared?"
" Why do I have to be the last one to leave?"
Those answers will be given to me when I'll grieve,
and close to death : I will hear them through the voice of the Lord.
And instead of receiving comfort, I will generously give it...
even to the enemy who once despised my honesty;
and coexisting with everyone, I will uphold my ethical code and go forth,
not cogitating the mystery of my unblemished identity.
Many before me have achieved this by resisting change,
not adapting to the new moralities dictated by society,
but the result was too tragic and gruesome for all to accept reality;
and as lepers with open wounds, they still indulged in pleasure,
hiding their disease with canning lies and eloquent flair....
I would cut off my own hands, rather than share the unclean thing!
And still walking and breathing, my arduous mission must be complete:
neither ridicule nor contemptible looks will make me put my rod away!
I'll stick to my convictions and move on to delight in another blessed day,
and as bewildered as they may be, I refuse to be compassionate...
they must understand the purpose of my birth,
identify those works and deeds that give me worth,
then the outcome wouldn't be short of a miracle;
and ebullient as they appear, I suspect they will tremble!

It’s Ian Fleming’s birthday
The guy who wrote James Bond
Who always teeters on the edge
Then took a step beyond
Let’s raise a glass to toast him
Wherever he’s interred
And make it a Vodka Martini
Shaken but not stirred
And while we’re talking birthdays
I’m sure the C C R
Without the great John Fogerty
Would not have gotten far
So if I’m “looking out my backdoor”
And see a “bad moon rising”
Or think I hear Ms. “Suzie Q”
It should not be surprising
This talented song writer
Has written quite a few
And it was on this day in May
He was “born on the Bayou”
Mdailey 5/28/11
I have always enjoyed the writings of each of these men

Banned Books Week Thirtieth Anniversary
By Elton Camp
That some books are contemptible I must agree
But that’s not some fanatic’s call, but up to me
When books the government undertakes to ban
That type censorship can quickly get out of hand
Judith Krug of the American Library Association
Was, in 1982, responsible for the week’s creation
A “challenge” is a request some book be banned
Surprising ones have been subjects of this demand
Golding’s Lord of the Flies has seen banning tries
And To Kill a Mockingbird has been called unwise
Orwell’s Animal Farm has been said to bring harm
Since self-appointed censors satire does alarm
Anne Frank’s Diary of a Young Girl is called unfit
By those who, in righteous judgment, try to sit
Even though Mark Twain was liberal for his day
Huckleberry Finn some have tried to put away
The American Heritage Dictionary was not fine
Because “objectionable words” it chose to define
Catch 22 and Salinger’s classic, Catcher in the Rye
To bring about censorship quite a few will still try
Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451 about censorship is one
That the “righteous” have put under the critic’s gun
Steinbeck’s Grapes of Wrath was once even burned
Because vulgar words the censor’s anger it earned
What gives others the right for them to try to decide
What books are unfit to read and then them hide?
Sex and violence the Bible often candidly tells about
For it to be banned will we someday hear that shout?
When bad about some writing a critic has said
It is likely that by a young person it will be read

Tonight the stars are in my eyes
Tomorrow comes as no surprise
In the morning when I rise
Another years has slipped me by...
It marks the day of my first breath
Don't know how many I have left
But each heartbeat in my chest
Has given me a chance at best...
So I thank the lord upon my knees
He speaks to me within a breeze
And before I start my day
It's him I want to hear me say...
I'm grateful for so many dawns
And any seed I may have spawned
Cuz after I am dead and gone
It's thru my children I live on...